I have never stayed on the main road for too long. The little side streets, the tangents of life are too intriguing.
In my career I sidetracked for a long time, which ultimately helped put me on the main road again with more horsepower and sharper vision.
But sometimes there are places I'd rather not explore. Some of those places are dark lanes in old Cahors, just feet from the lively and friendly market place, which teems with life and flavor and the more guttural accent of the Midi Pyrenees. (Some friends had a close call near here a few years back. We are vigilant.)
So I took photographs instead, and found this one intriguing with its rosy hues.
Not much time to cook just now.